She’s the princess,
Shining in all her golden glory,
Watch as he puts that crown on her head.
(The one that’s supposed to be yours)
He’s her prince,
With his disarming smile and pretty words.
He holds her on the dance floor,
The wrong girl who looks so right,
(Cause it never was your fairytale, sweetheart)
You thought he would be yours,
That you would ride off into the sunset like some freakin’ cliché.
But it’s not your happily ever after,
And he’s not your prince charming.
(Don’t you deny it, baby)
So you watch, you wait,
Until their goddamned happiness is unbearable
Then you disappear into the darkness,
A ghost of what might have been.
And you wonder how it all fell apart.
